What a perfect day!

So, I work from home for a sex offender registry. It can be such a phenomenally stressful job, but today I worked from my back deck out in the sun and nothing could bring me down. I kept my son home from daycare (he goes a couple days a week) and during my lunch we ran through the sprinkler. It was fantastic. Then we took a trip to Wally World (Walmart) and invested in some flowers and vegetables plants. All evening we gardened. This day could only be trumped if I had done all of this from the same house and it was relocated on the lake. Oh yeah, and I guess my husband would need to work from home as well so he could have enjoyed it with us.

I put off my post for today trying to think how I could tie poetry into it and then decided I would hunt down some gardening themed poems. It was a long quest for one I liked. If you all know any good ones let me know! Here is one I found on http://home.vicnet.net.au/~poems/ed/html/poems_about_gardening.html:


Regarding Gardening

By Paul McCann

It's a hard graft, no bloody laugh ,
this back yard work .
Hands full of dirt ,
swatting the flies around your eyes .
Lifting dog lugs,
spraying the bugs .
Grunting .
Groaning .
Blooding , boning .
Plotting .
Potting .
Lopping, chopping .
Raking .
Breaking .
Shaking .
Aching .
Propagation .
Dedication .
Transplantation .
Recreation .
Sowing new seeds .
Throwing out weeds .
Treating clover .
Bending over .
It's not easy .
Bendzee kneezees .
On my leisure ,its a pleasure this endless work .
Without a shirt a man must sweat .
With beds he's put his punnets in.
His gardening is in his hands,
but it demands a lot of time .
With God's sunshine to germinate,
gardens create life once again .
Holding the rain in tanks the go .
So spare a 'mo .
Breath in the air while you water .
Gardening's gift gives you a life .
It's therapy upon your knee .
A gardens worth of life on earth spent in good time .
Laying down lime .
Seeing crops reap .
Working the peat into the ground .
The plants you spoil with fertile soil .
Keeping grass down back and front both .
Cutting back growth .
Raking up leaves from all those trees in your back yard .
It's very hard .
Thorns on roses .
Tangled hoses .
Fertilizer dung in the air .
Trimming hedges .
Doing edges .
When it is cool clean out the pool


I like that it is not short, because gardening is not! It was a long perfect day.
(On a side note--- My back is killing me now after all that work)

The Road Not Taken

I am not a poem person. Never have been. Throughout this class, though, I have read some poems that I have really enjoyed. I think my favorite was Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken. Here is the link to a video where you can listen to the poem:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=yG24ohpacDk

When I read the poem I took it as there are two paths in life and you always think about the one you did not take. Why would you want to take the one less traveled? That is something my husband would do. I, on the other hand, am not so adventurous.

(On a side note: Sorry to get started so late. I swear my son brings a different bug home everyday from daycare and I have been a tissue covered mess for the past two weeks. At first I thought it was the flu, but my husband went and got me Claritin and I can breath again. Maybe I have had allergies this whole time and just didn't know. Hmmm)